Diego Armando Ace Attorney Novels & Stories

He growled as his tongue twisted, lip biting, and completely demolished her mouth. She shook her head as her tears became so harsher and then suddenly the heavyweight was lifted off and Damien was flicked back. “You’re sick Alpha Damien. What about Marlene and your baby boy huh?” Ace says as he growled at him, his canines making him a deadly threat. “Fuck off Alpha Ace, this is none of your fucking business,” Damien said, making Ace smirk. “Leave now,” Ace said firmly, his eyes turning from grey to black. His wolf begging to be out.

The door opened again. David walked in. No cuffs. Two officers behind him, but they stopped at the threshold. “I’m her attorney,” David said. Al-Farsi stood. “You’re not licensed in the UAE.” “I’m licensed in 14 jurisdictions,” David said. “And I own 18% of the firm that funds this department. Let me sit down before I buy it.” He sat. He didn’t look at the prosecutor. He looked at Jennifer. Then at Elena. “Baby,” he said softly.

"You're Amelia? I knew it! I mean...Are you familiar with me? I still recognize you despite the years." She wiped the look of shock from her face and wore one of confusion. "You have lost my attention. I don't get you." "Do you not really recognize me? The attorney that helped you thirteen years ago? Diego Gomez. You returned to Mexico when? no. How did things go for you there? When I lost touch with you, I became terribly anxious. I'm happy to hear that you're safe and sound, though." She still maintained her initial look but this time she smiled. "I guess I don't get what you're saying."

"Are you looking for Ace?" When I turned, I saw Diego. I nodded at him. He said, "He's in the hospital." "How's Antonio?" "He's okay. The doctors said that he didn't shoot his important organs so he's alright." "Didn't Ace come back from the hospital?" "No, he didn't." I can't believe he stayed overnight for one of his bodyguards. I could understand why Edgar came forward and confessed to him. "I want to see Antonio. Take me to the hospital."

The next day, the midday sun shone brightly against the glass façade of the company where Thor worked. Attorney Álvaro Cordeiro parked his black luxury car a few meters from the main entrance, leaving the engine running while he reviewed the documents inside his leather briefcase. He wore a tailored, understated suit, and his rectangular glasses reflected a controlled, resolute expression. He took a deep breath before dialing a number saved as “Zoe Arthur.” “Mrs. Zoe?” he said politely as soon as she answered. “Good afternoon. This is Álvaro Cordeiro, Arthur’s attorney. I need to speak with you in person. It’s extremely important.”